Well. What I’m thinking is that certain kinds of shows on television work. Maybe not for you, maybe not for me, but for someone, and a lot of someones at that.

We’ve got the new wave of vampire shows/movies. There’s the crime dramas and the cop mysteries, there’s the hospital dramas, and even a hospital mystery, maybe two, I’m not sure. There’s also more reality shows than should be allowed which are primarily competitions and sometimes just about interactions between people. Recently there have also been some shows just pretty much about blowing shit up.

The key to the next great thing? A page from every book.

The way I see it – we’ll have a handsome but moody and distant vampire who is also a doctor and deals with attempting to distance himself from women who love him as well as the woman he loves while working with his patients who suffer from diseases no one else understands and alternately gruesome acts of violence that the police can’t wrap their minds around. In the pursuit of the antagonists and/or answers, shit blows up. He’s probably got a cop friend that keeps him at arms length because he’s wary and, spoiler alert, things just get worse when he finds out he’s a vampire and, hey, why is a vampire a doctor if he’s not cashing in on the convenient position of being a doctor with access to all that blood?

He’s got his soul, of course. Come on, that should have been obvious.